23/08/2010 23:51:00

This it it. The last chapter. i don't want to do a fang wakes up scene. this is where it ends. read and review this for the last time.

-Perfect Storm

Max POV

I touched down a few miles away from The School. Slinking through the trees towards its foreboding shadow. I shivered, this place was worse than anyone's worse nightmare. This place was fear and torture. I could hear the demented shrieks of experiments. Glancing around I crept foreward, crouching under a tree by the outside fence.

Suddenly an arm snaked around my waist and a hand clamped over my mouth. I shrieked and tried to bite down. "Max relax its us," Iggy growled. "If I let you go will you promise not to scream?" I nodded. He released me; Nudge gave me a small smile. Angel and the Gasman smiled too.

"You seriously thought we would let you leave us behind," Iggy smiled. I was overcome with emotion, they were with me. My flock. "Alright," I whispered. "Lets do this. " I held out my fist and they stacked up.

"Okay. You guys remember the plan right?" I asked thirty minutes later. They nodded. We flew silently over the school, trying to locate the east wing. "There it is," Angel pointed. Directly below us, we circled back going over it ten times. Looking for security and possible ways to get inside.

Um Voice now would be a great time for you to step in, I thought. Voice Hello. Okay then Jeb are you there. Yes Maximum I am here. Great. I can't believe I'm asking Jeb for help. What's the world coming to? How do we get in. On the right side of the wing I left a window open. It should be big enough for all of you to fit in. Okay what's the catch? There is no catch Maximum. There's always a catch. This time there isn't. Ya right okay. Anyway how do I save all the other mutants? And bomb The School without killing everybody. Think Maximum. How many wings does The School have? Um six I think. Correct Maximum. And how many members of the Flock do you have. This was reminding me of when Jeb would quiz me on things like this. I remember I used to feel a rush of triumph whenever I answered a question right. Now I just felt cold. Right now I have five members of the flock with me. Correct again Maximum. Okay so now what. Use your brain Maximum. It was made for this. Gee thanks.

Okay so lets see, six wings equals six places for cages. Five bird kids equals five wings free. Oh I get it.

"Okay gang, here's what were gonna do," I whispered as we began to spiral down. "Once we disable the Control Room we will split up. Angel you take wing one, Nudge wing two, Gazzy and Iggy wing three and four, then I will take wings five and six. "Everyone meet up at the Control Room when you're done. If you can't meet then do a U and A. Gazzy and Iggy make sure you pick the correct bomb. Okay guys, everyone clear. Remember get everyone out. Find mutants who can talk, explain to them what's gonna happen. Get them to help you. Okay," I finished breathless. They all nodded. Trusting as ever. "Okay lets go. Now," I hissed. We dive-bombed, one after another. Straight through the open window. Oh My God Jeb was telling the truth. Wow. That's like New. I smashed my fist into the only Whitecoat there, he crumpled. "Max," Nudge yelled. She was standing next to a huge computer, screening through it. Fang's ID number popped up along with it status. Sure enough it read, Disabled. As in unconscious.

"Switch it to Not Available Nudge," I ordered. That meant they could never control My Fang again. Ever. It also meant that when his body was ready he would wake up. She did, then all of us went through ever computer switching every panel to Not Available. It sent a thrill though me.

"Now lets go to the real big part. Alright Go. Go. Go." I sprinted for wing five, knocking out any whitecoats as I went. Thank god they had given up on any idea of guards. No annoyingly strong mutant guards anymore. Max likey. Wing Five. I trembled, this is where I grew up. I jammed down the button that said release whole wing. Children leaped form their cages, a few had wings. Others I knew would never make it. "Alright people. Move," I yelled. Wading through the crowd tossing kids toward the exit. "You heard her," shouted a voice. "MOVE!" I whirled. A tan skinned girl pushed the younger one's through the door.

"Max," she said nodding at me. "Do I know you?" I was startled. She bent her head, "Jeb," she whispered and smiled. "Oh." Then she was gone, sprinting for the other large group. Unfurling strong brown and black wings. Later I would learn she had my genes, Fang's genes and someone else's genes. She was technically my daughter. I heard yelling and noise from the other wings. The Flock was succeeding. Yay! Wing six passed easily. Everyone in there wasn't like brain dead or anything.

I met the Flock at the Control Room. "Report," I ordered. "Wing One clean," Angel smiled, holding my hand. I squeezed hers. "Wing two clear," Nudge smiled cheerily. "Wing three," Gazzy smiled. "And wing four are good," Iggy finished. I smiled.

"Then lets," I held out my fist. "Blow this joint," they yelled. We stacked then Iggy and the gasman set up their bomb. I just wanted to get home to Fang. We took off and flew a good distance away from the School then turned around and watched as with a mind-blowing pop the whole thing exploded. Voice? I asked. Yes Max, it said. Did anyone get out who could be a threat; I cringed at the thought of ter Borcht or Anne Walker getting out. No. Max. They are all dead. Jeb is alive though, the voice sounded solemn. Just like how I felt. We turned from what was left of our birthplace, torture chamber and where we became the flock. A few hundred feet away we turned and looked back. I grew up here, Ari was here and in that little cage I became The Unbelievable, Indescribable Maximum Ride.

"C'mon," I said. "Lets go home." I am proud to say I never looked back.